Monthly Archives: August 2018

My suspicions were raised when I spotted the phrase ‘this doctoral study’ in LC’s honours project submission. It did not take long to confirm that ‘her’ dissertation was, in fact, a patchwork of text stitched together from sections of an … Continue reading →

Over the course of the three-day conference I had been allocated three different bedrooms. This was so confusing that I couldn’t remember where I had left my yellow cycling helmet. The situation was more complex now that graduate SG dropped … Continue reading →

On the outskirts of Glasgow, in a field, en route to a football match, my companion wrapped me in a passionate embrace and pulled me to the ground. We rolled around in the grass for several minutes. It was only … Continue reading →

I was unhappy with the quality of croissants in general. I had taken to marching into every cafe on Holborn Viaduct to tell the proprietors that their croissants were “too doughy”. I didn’t even need to taste them to know … Continue reading →

I travelled back in time to Queen Margaret College Edinburgh in the late 1980s. Here I found pasted to the walls of reception dozens of amateur black and white posters inviting students to join the Christian Union. Then I spotted … Continue reading →

GT stuck his ginger head through the kitchen window of the log cabin in rural Canada. ‘Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?!’ he demanded to know. He had no idea that the ‘English squatters’ now … Continue reading →